tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87900228970717521252011-07-08T04:19:08.411+02:00/////////////////////////REY.noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790022897071752125.post-25812789529930399992009-12-29T00:30:00.003+01:002009-12-29T01:35:15.187+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksLwsCI3tvA/Szk_ugISA_I/AAAAAAAAAww/5gBdC45P3AI/s1600-h/l_b095f6fae7d64d7c80cfdf185fa8e87b.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksLwsCI3tvA/Szk_ugISA_I/AAAAAAAAAww/5gBdC45P3AI/s400/l_b095f6fae7d64d7c80cfdf185fa8e87b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420433694648304626" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksLwsCI3tvA/Szk_uL0YS4I/AAAAAAAAAwo/5b1F387d7mE/s1600-h/l_5f1ba545e3f246578bf7a64ad274527a.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksLwsCI3tvA/Szk_uL0YS4I/AAAAAAAAAwo/5b1F387d7mE/s1600-h/l_5f1ba545e3f246578bf7a64ad274527a.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"> <img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksLwsCI3tvA/Szk_uL0YS4I/AAAAAAAAAwo/5b1F387d7mE/s400/l_5f1ba545e3f246578bf7a64ad274527a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420433689196120962" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 28px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -1px; ">Every love has its landscape. Thus place, which is always spoken of as though it only counts when you’re present, possesses you in its absence, takes on another life as a sense of place, a summoning in the imagination with all the atmospheric effect and association of a powerful emotion. The places inside matter as much as the ones outside. It is as though in the way places stay with you and that you long for them they become deities - a lot of religions have local deities, presiding spirits, genuises of the place.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8790022897071752125-2581278952993039999?l=reydotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>REY.noreply@blogger.com